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Boys Need Cars, Girls Need?
by RodgertheDodger (address withheld)
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A school girl enjoys riding in an older guy's car after
school and learns many things while she does. (mf-
teens, 1st)
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My first days in high school were confusing, it was my
first term and all the older students looked down at
all of us gals. It was natural for us youngest ones to
hang together, no one else would hang with us. We still
weren't into dating.
More Cokes and talking, giggles and French Fries, Only
a few of us were old enough to drive. It wasn't long
before I had other people to "hang" with, older boys
who liked my shape and looks. I was naive and so were
many of the older boys, we felt our way into
relationships. The big thing was that most of them had
cars. I liked being seen by the first termers in a nice
car with an older boy.
I soon learned there was a price to pay for the ride!
He and I would ride to school in the morning, the
younger girls were jealous, it was the going home part
that educated me, as it were, in some interesting
things. My first date in High School was to a drive-in
movie, it was a warm October night and we had the top
down.
I wore a little sun dress with spaghetti straps, we had
some pizza from the little store at the drive-in and
sat back to enjoy some very dull movie, after the pizza
and trying to be interested in the story I laid my head
back and looked at the dark sky, My date, Marty, took
my hand, I leaned my head on his shoulder and my
lessons began.
He kissed me, a little peck, and I smiled, and crossed
my legs, protecting myself, then he slid me down on my
back looking straight up at the stars and at him, he
petted my cheek. "You're pretty," he said and I closed
my eyes and stretched out along the seat. He lifted my
head in another kiss and held the back of my head,
kissing and kissing.
He wouldn't even let me breathe for a minute or two. I
opened my mouth for a gulp of air and he was back at me
again, his hand caressing my arm along to my waist. I
lifted my knee in another protective move and his hot
hand was at my thigh. His dick was hard against the
back of my head. I didn't know what was next. Next was
his fingers at my leg and around and between, pressing
my panties.
I sat up, was wide awake, the movie was suddenly
interesting again, Marty straightened himself and we
were a good boy and girl in the warm night. Then the
door opened and in popped Marty's best buddy, Seth.
"Hey you guys," he said, "Any pizza left?" He slid in,
pushing me to the middle. I was the center of a boy
sandwich!
That broke the ice and I relaxed, pizza from the back
seat, cold but okay, and Seth pulled out a slice and
opened a soda, This was more like it, no pressure on
me, "It's a double date," Seth said, "just with double
guys. What more could a girl want? Huh!" he laughed. We
all did.
Back to the movie, but not for long, it was really bad.
You see, with Seth on one side and Marty on the other
my legs were up on the transmission rise between the
seats, between these two guys, and, Damn!, my dress
slid a little down my knees, I pushed it back up and it
came down again, what to do but to spread my legs on
either side of the transmission, my lessons were
beginning in earnest. Marty kissed me again, right in
front of Seth, and his arm ran down mine, I came up for
air and looked away, right at Seth who kissed me, too.
I started to squirm. It was like Seth and Marty were
making each other very brave. There were cars all
around us, I was speechless and scared to yell out,
Seth pulled my leg across his and Marty did the same, I
was a clam, opened, squirming but silent as my shell
was apart, kisses on my lips whichever way I turned, I
put my head back and slid away.
This was a BIG mistake as my legs opened more, my hem
slipped more toward my waist, "Nice panties," Seth
said. I gulped as he slipped his hand underneath, the
clam shell open for his business!, more kisses, some
movie music in the background. Marty turned up the
sound. "Hey," said someone in a nearby car. "Turn it
down man!" And he did.
The actor on the movie screen was saying something,
what was it? "Don't do that! Don't! Don't!"
Ah, the voices of that night in the dark in the warm,
warm night, I bucked at my waist, with all the
commotion, the speaker sound, the two guys, the finger
fucking was taking its effect, I grabbed that awful
hand at the wrist, "Don't do that!" I said.
The actor was saying those words, more kisses and
fingers and I had lost myself. I still had my panties
on but they were pushed aside. Marty was at my neck,
Seth at my cunt, I was an instrument being played, legs
splayed.
"Don't!" I said again, quietly and I held on to that
wrist feeling its motion, grabbing with my other hand
and pulling it into me, I was a two finger, ah, now, a
three finger slut and slutting in the middle of a
crowded drive-in on a hot night. It was the wrong
thing. Absolutely wrong and I felt guilty about my love
of nice cars and boys and things like that. Now, now,
now, a won, ah, der, ful fingering, a thumb on my clit,
mouths on me, the warm night cooling me, two tongues
licking at my neck.
I couldn't help coming, could I? My body held that
hand, it was fucking me good. Wet cunt, wet fingers,
wet mouths on me, telling me how pretty I was,
something I learned, to go with nice cars some boys
have. Boys need a car. Girls need a cunt. They go
together.
But, I wasn't finished, not yet. I put my hands out to
them and it was their turn to be startled. "Don't just
pick on me you bastards," I said. "How about you guys?
Come on Marty, let's have a look. Seth, you too."
I was an animal and two stiff unzipped cocks were in my
hands, their turn to squirm as I squeezed and stroked.
They got into the game now, something that surprised
them, those two dicks were already wet and it didn't
take me long to bring them off, shooting all over their
pants, and my wrists, they were really bad boys.
"Don't stop now," Marty said before he came.
Seth was speechless and messy, very messy boy, "I'd
better get back to my car before my girlfriend
wonders," he said.
"What a "dip," I thought, he'll probably tell her some
interesting lie, I thought. She won't believe him. His
pants were splattered.
But it was on the way home that things got straightened
out between Marty and me. See, I was a demur first
semester student who didn't know much, naive, that's
the word. The drive-in told a different story and you
know how youngsters are, come once and they're ready to
go again in no time. We left the theater on that pretty
night, the air in our hair revived us, Marty pulled on
to a dark street and parked.
"Let's talk," he said.
But I had nothing to say. I was still hot from the show
and so was he, in moments I was on his lap, panties
pulled aside at the crotch and he was unzipping, "That
was fun, honey," he said.
His cheek hot against mine, we were both sweating and
still wet. I wondered about Seth and his girlfriend,
what they were doing somewhere in the night. Seth had a
really big dick. But Marty was here and ready, between
my legs, hot, and his cock in me was tight in my little
cunt.
He pulled me down at his waist and his cock inched
inside. His barely fit me. Maybe I was smallish or
something. His hair was cold on mine as I gyrated on
him, a rough, exciting motion, teasing me.
I knew Seth's girlfriend, she always wore tight clothes
that showed off her figure, His big cock was on my
mind. It's dirty but I wanted to try his cock. Marty
lifted me now and pulled me down again as I held on for
my ride, in his car, on his dick. Maybe we were tired
but nothing was happening, I mean we were fucking but
just fucking. No fireworks.
I pretended it was Seth. I was bad. I pretended it was
that big cock, stretching, a Seth cock fucking, and it
began to feel good, real good and I clung to Marty's
neck, on my knees around his waist and fucking like
there was no stopping me, Seth it wasn't, but the
thought of Seth it was and I was sweating and hot...
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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